CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant appearance now tarnished by despair. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his fall, shimmered in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of